Thrift

There's a great thrift shop in our nearest town and I tend to take the kids in there when MG is at the barbers getting his barnet done. It's full of complete rubbish of course. I always go in expecting to see a pile of vintage storybooks or some lovely pottery I can scoop up by the armload for a song. But you know how it is with charity shops. You just have to keep going in and every so often there's a nice-little-something. In theory at least. In the meantime I've been buying animals with interesting facial expressions.

I took these with a little digital canon, on the macro setting. Poor little Dachshund - I was fiddling with its little tail and snapped it off. They've got the expression just right. A friend whose mother always had Dachshunds told me once they always look humiliated. It's their natural mien. Have always quite liked the idea of having a Dachshund and calling it Charles. It turns out others harbour similar longings, our friend AB (a very dapper chap) also wants one.